ComfortA Poem by MackenzieAs the earth rotates around the sun, I can feel the burn. It warrants me home to the chill of silence.
And as I lay down, in this meadow of loneliness, I can see the stars and their satelites honing in on my deepest desires. With each passing of days and nights. It's apparent, only to me, that those needing comfort will find it in the night sky, gazing passionately back at them with glowing gold eyes. © 2008 Mackenzie |
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2 Reviews Added on May 17, 2008 AuthorMackenzieSpokane, WAAboutI'm a student of Hydrology, an aspiring tattoo artist and world traveler with a heart of gold and shallow pockets. more..Writing
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